Page 63 of Dollhouse

My fingertips trace over the blood on her torso, and I smear it over her perfect skin that I can’t wait to further cut and watch her bleed.

Especially when she bleeds as beautifully as she does.

It’s just for me.

For us.

I smear the crimson on my fingertips up to her neck and grip it firmly. She throws her head back while I pound into her like a crazed man.

Like if I don’t fuck her as hard as I can, then I’d disappear into nothingness.

Right now, in this moment, she’s my very lifeline.

She’s helping me ride the high that I am on. And I am always high on adrenaline after killing, and now fucking her is only intensifying the feeling.

With one hand around her neck and the other stroking her clit violently, her delicious pussy clamps around my cock and holds me captive. “That’s it, butterfly, come for me. Let me feel your pussy drench me.” With a loud, piercing cry, she does just that. She explodes around me, and I assume the feeling of both pain and pleasure is too much for her because tears stream down her face.

I continue strumming her clit until I am roaring my release and emptying everything I have inside of her greedy little cunt.

Pulling away from her, her legs slip from my waist. She goes back to hanging from the chain. The corners of my lips tip up as my hazel eyes rake over her small frame. I watch as the mixture of our cum spreads down her thighs. Taking her body in my arms, I remove her from the chains and hold her bridal style against me. Her limp body sags against my chest, her arms like tight bands around my neck. Keeping her in my arms, I step into my shoes and carry her out of the shed and into the darkness of the woods, both of us naked and bloody as I make my way to the cabin.

* * *

“God damn,King. Put some clothes on,” Eli groans with an eyeroll the moment I enter the cabin and into the living room. He’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread out on the coffee table and a laptop set on his lap.

“What the fuck happened to you two?” Rowan enters the living room, his eyes raking over my naked, bloody butterfly who’s fighting against sleep in my arms.

“Turns out my little butterfly is even dirtier than I thought.” I wink, getting a laugh from them both.

“Put your dick away and then tell us how it went with Joseph,” Eli grumbles.

With a chuckle, I head toward the stairs. “Yeah, just let me shower and put her to bed and I’ll come back down.” I’d walked up three steps when I turn around and shoot Rowen a warning look. “Learn to sleep alone, she’s sleeping with me tonight.”

“Fuck off.” He flips me his middle finger.

The fucker has had Tate in his bed for two weeks straight and I’ve been aching to have her beside me again.

Upstairs in my bedroom, I enter and go to Tate, leaning down and trailing kisses over her gorgeous face to wake her up. “Come on, butterfly, let’s shower.” With a yawn, she nods and allows me to set her down on her feet.

We step inside of the shower together and take turns washing each other off. Halfway through our shower, Tate drops to her knees in front of me and swallows my dick down her throat.

Fuck.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

* * *

After showering,filling Tate’s mouth with my cum, and tucking her into my bed, I return downstairs to find Eli and Rowen in conversation about Joseph.

“He didn’t say anything. No matter what I did, he held strong and wouldn’t give away any information as to who hired him or what the mission was exactly.” I groan, stepping into the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of beer from the fridge.

“Security hasn’t gotten back to us yet either. They’re still looking into Sebastian Riley, so for now we’re stuck.” Rowen is the one who speaks while Eli continues typing away at his computer.

“If it turns out he’s cleared, we’re right back to the beginning. He’s our only suspect right now.”

With a frustrated sigh, I run my hands through my hair, listening to Eli speak. Blinking with an idea, I turn my attention toward Rowen. “Is there anyone in the city from her past that would want her and have the resources to hire mercenaries? Whoever it is that wants her, we don’t know why, or what they plan to do once they have her,” I say, raising the beer bottle to my lips and chugging half of it.

“She didn’t have friends or family here. It was just shitty foster homes that didn’t care about her.” Rowen slumps his shoulder in defeat. With a sudden gasp, he raises his head and snaps his fingers together. “One of her first foster brothers became obsessed with her. I remember her telling me about him when she caught him lurking around our foster home.”

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